Loksfjoer

A Trainers Ambition [SporkoBug and Calle]

"Train those wings, little one," Mabel said, lazily opening an eye. "If the muscles in your wings get stronger, you may have the strenght to lift your body weight from the ground." She examined the wings on the Charmander. "Now I do wonder if you'd end up with four wings if you were to evolve into your final form, because that's when in your line a set of wings is formed."
It was a curious thought, but as she understood it wasn't even a certainty he would evolve. Only time could tell.

"Sure, yeah," Mindy said. She gestured to the clothing booths. "You try them on, I'll check to see if there are any outdoor shops nearby." She took her phone and started to type in keywords to see if this city had a shop like that, and if so where it would be. It wasn't long before her keywords got the result she needed and she examined to map to see how they could get there.

"James?" Penepoly asked and put a hand over her mouth as she gasped. "I guess I didn't wait for him again, he's probably looking for me now. I will look for him later." She peeked through the clothes to have a look at Gavin and Mindy. "So he's interested in her?" She giggled. "I thought this day would never come!"

"If they want to stay out, sure," Michael said. He didn't have that many Pokémon anyway, and Saruya was the biggest of them all. And Bear and Benny had no choice, his uncle had their Pokéballs with him.
Saruya joined them. "Are we going for a walk?" she asked.
"A walk and maybe a gym battle, if anyone wants to."
[i]"Yes!" Anthony said as he settled on Michael's shoulder. "I want to try!"
"Okay," Michael said and he looked at where Missy was. "Missy! Do you want to do a gym battle too?"

When they reached the hotel, Andy walked to the revolving door, but stopped before going through it. "Come here, Varina," he said. "It will be easier if I carry you. Kim, you go in already."
Kim nodded and got on her hind legs. With her paws she pushed on the door and walked as it moved, stepping into the lobby on the other side.

Nobody Will Believe It [SporkoBug and Calle]

For now I'll keep the warden as someone the staff talks about, but rarely shows himself to the patients. Vivian will be the main evildoer.

Nobody Will Believe It [SporkoBug and Calle]

"You could ask her," Marc said as he nodded his head sideways, to let Sara know the psychiatrist was standing in the doorway to observe everyone. It wasn't unlike her to do so at random times, so her pressence wasn't much of a surprise. He watched Benjamin bring his own things back to the cart. It was almost strange to see him behave so normal, even though he had those hallucinations he just refused to treat.
He looked at Carol again, he always took care of her when he was here. He had witnessed her decline and enter this catatonic state of which she didn't seem able to break free. It was really sad.

After Benjamin put his platter away he looked around to see what else he could do, but then he realized the staff probably wouldn't be okay with doing too much of the things he wasn't supposed to do. As if boredom was part of the treatment.
"Can I help?" he asked one of the female nurses.
"No, you can go back to your seat. We'll hand out dessert soon."
"Yeah, I noticed the standard pudding wasn't on the tray."
"It's the wardens birthday. You get a slice of cake. Now sit down."
Benjamin decided he didn't want to be barked at for trying to help, so he went back to the table with Ray. He saw Dia wasn't in the body anymore and Ray wasn't here, so it seemed Ray was in control. "How does it feel to have a full stomach?" he asked her.

The Rorie League, a Pokémon Trainer RP (always open for more players)

@CitrusArmsThe Wingull made a faint sound, but otherwise it didn't look like it was regaining consciousness.

@Cio@SaleneaThe Spinarak seemed to make pleased noises as they saw the human with the Bulbasaur retreat. They kept a close eye on the Pokémon near them, ready to attack with Poison Sting if they got too close.

@JrVaderYou see something glitter in the sunlight, something is lying on the side of the road.

The Rorie League, a Pokémon Trainer RP (always open for more players)

*cracks knuckles*

1d6
1) A pearl is lying on the ground.
2) A Pidgey accidentally smacks into you and flies away.
3) Lucky you, a small pouch with a bit of money.
4) A wild Beedrill considers you a threat, you better run.
5) Is that a potion on the side of the road?
6) Didn't you see that rock? You trip and fall.

The result is 5! https://www.roleplayerguild.com/rolls/14509

The Rorie League, a Pokémon Trainer RP (always open for more players)

Thanks JrVader :)

Who is planning on doing a gym battle? Or would anyone want a random event for their character?
Whenever people are bored, I can roll an event and let fate decide if it will be something good like finding an item, or bad like being attacked by a Pokémon.

Edit, also, everyone is free to play nurse Joy for healing Pokémon,

Revival of the Dragon Riders

Trevor groaned. Great, not one, but all three heirs were here. If the truth had been spoken. He looked at the Hermit, who seemed rather amused by it all.

"It's not unlikely that traumatic events block certain memories," the hermit spoke. "If you don't remember how your siblings looked back then, I can imagine it's hard to recognise them now. But I recognised each of you." He looked from Damien to Noble. "Rai is correct, she is your sister and you two are her brothers. And one of you will have to come forward to claim the throne. The honour usually befalls the oldest, but I don't mind who the heir to the throne will be, as long as you three all agree. And then you have to decide on a course of action. Will you gather an army and go to war? Will you go with a small team to assassinate the king? And don't forget someone must bring the small water dragon to the sea."

Mikhal stared at the three riders, but when Gnol spoke he snapped out of it and turned his head to face him. "Yes, I heard it all. The Tale Of The Three Heirs. I think that is what the title will be." He noticed he was holding something and looked at his bowl of soup. He quickly dipped his spoon in it to eat it, with everything going on he had forgotten all about it.

Rachel stared at Damien, all this time they knew each other and she had had no clue who he really was. "You could have told us," she said. "The Silver Order would have helped you. I would have helped you."

Meria listened to everything, but she didn't pay much attention to the conversation. While the revalation was unexpected, there was something more important. The heirs all had dragons and by the sound of it loyal followers. The water dragon had no-one, that was her responsibility.
"I'll be travelling to the sea," she said. "I could try to find the dragon sanctuary too, let the dragons know we're going to fight back and need more help. That if the new king is defeated they can return home."

The old dragon looked at Meria. "They won't allow humans in," he rumbled. "And I can't fly there. But the sea dragons could speak for you if you return their offspring to them."
He had lived long enough to see dragons and humans at war with each other, then the peace between them, and now dragons were once again hunted down. That had to stop. "I will do what I can to help. I say we burn the castle to the ground. Problem solved."
Trevor looked at the dragon. That was a strategy he could agree with.

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"Wrong," the general said. "You will be fed soon, don't worry. We have some humans in prison, criminals and a couple of dragon riders awaiting execution. I can send them here so you can feast on them." He made a small bow for the king. "We have a possible location for the last hiding dragon riders, I will send our squad of dragon slayers to kill the dragons and their riders. Do I have your permission to send the condemned men here instead of the gallows?"

Paranormal Activities [SporkoBug and Calle]

"Hm," mr. Johnson said, examining the wing in more detail. "And how do you feel about the work we do?"
He had to find out where Carl came from, but for now he'd believe the man if he said he had lost his memory. Carl was a fine agent, but the mystery about his past was annoying. Maybe he could ask Harriet to have a look at the wings, the girl could fly so maybe he was part of her alien-kind. Although it did resemble the wings as angels often were depicted in paintings, so he understood why Morrison said that.

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Benjamin walked to them. "We're okay," he said. "Let's go back to the base. We've had a long enough lunch break." And eventful enough, but it wasn't his place to decide what Steph wanted or didn't want to share. He took his cellphone to let both his friends know they would be heading back to the base. He soon got a reply from Mike that he was almost there and that Mitch would drop him off at the gate. He took this moment to quickly check another message he had received, as he waited for the others to start walking.

Nobody Will Believe It [SporkoBug and Calle]

Would you like to play the warden or rather not? We can also keep the warden as a npc that is sometimes mentioned but never used in the RP.

The warden could either be in on the evil conspiracies that happen, because of greed. Or the warden is kept in the dark by Vivian, who sweettalks him (or her) into doing things her way.

Nobody Will Believe It [SporkoBug and Calle]

"I suppose..." Benjamin said as he stood up. "I will bring this back myself. I really don't need them to walk for me if I have a pair of perfectly working legs myself." He picked up the tray and brought it to the cart. There wasn't much to do here for physical activity anyway, he might as well use the opportunity to stretch his legs.

Marc turned to Sara when she joined him. "Yeah..." he said. "Hey Sara, after my shift is over, would you like to go out and have a drink somewhere?"

Vivian stood in the doorway and examined all the patients there. Of course Benjamin and Ray were sitting together, they both had a history of not taking their medication and they needed to be split up. Most patients seemed to be absorbed in their own thoughts and world, there weren't a lot communication with each other. She'd have a meeting with the warden, a change in policy had to be approved by him.